In case you don't know me, I'm Blue_Dog84 and this will be my online dream journal. I'm putting it here for the reading pleasure of whoever is interested.

Although my dreaming pattern is somewhat erratic (I'll remember my dreams for a few days and then have no recall for upwards of a month), I'll try my best to keep this updated. Maybe I'll post some interesting dreams I've had in the past to keep the journal going. If you read a dream and have an interpretation to offer, go for it! You may be right on; who knows?

I'll start off with the following dream, which I had the day I discovered this forum:

Social Politics
I had gone to an unidentified elementary school. As I walk into the door, I see a kid that I mentored years ago when I was in elementary school (This kid doesn't exist in real life. His name seems to be Corky). I try to communicate with Corky and catch up with how he's doing (he's apparently deaf and cannot speak, as he uses sign language), but Corky absolutely refuses to talk to me. An unidentified blonde girl sits me down in the school's hall and explains to me that the reason Corky won't speak to me is due to something I said to him years ago. I resignedly say something to this effect in response to the blonde girl: "Remember me telling you what a jerk I used to be? This is an example". At one point, the girl pulls the skin of her face in such a way that it looks as though she's wearing a mask. When she pulls her skin, it makes it seem like she doesn't have eyes.

I get up to leave the school. At a certain point in the hall, I encounter a bunch of kids rollerskating. One of the kids is my friend Steel N. from elementary/middle school. The kids try to piss me off by deliberately running into me. I finally reach some point where they can't skate, and triumphantly walk through the school's front doors. To add insult to injury, I flick the rollerskating kids off with both hands.

Outside, I see my friend Normajean H. unloading something from a van. She's thrilled to see me but I'm not that excited to see her. Normajean morphs into some guy who blasts the song "Feels Like I Just Can't Take No More" from Grand Theft Auto III (the second full song played on Lips 106) as I walk to my car. When the song ends, the guy motions to ask if I want to hear another song. I shake my head no. Someone outside tells me that the kids who were rollerskating saw me flick them off. They're telling their teachers so that I get into trouble.

Remarks: This dream may have something to do with the fact that I actually found my friend Steel N. and another very old friend, Jennifer M, on myspace. When I sent them both a message, neither one responded - not even a "f*** you" if they didn't want to talk to me. I dunno. There's more to this dream but I won't get into that.


To round it out, here's an interesting dream from the past:

"Eyesore"

I was driving through a city at the time of day when the sky is an orange color. The city was, in my mind at least, ugly. There was some kind of pinwheel-shaped object, ugly motel high-rises, a sprawling (and ugly) building that was the campaign headquarters for some politician, and old-style hexagonal Shoney's signs.

As I drove out of the city, I looked to my left and saw a construction zone leading into the city. Cars were in a gridlock for miles. I was glad that I didn't have to deal with that.

Remarks:This dream is very hard to translate into words because it was one of the most visual dreams I think I've ever had. Since nobody else saw what I saw in my mind, it's hard to explain how ugly I thought this city was (I thought it was hideous).
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